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Gimme a mic and I go nuts,
Blackout rage let's tear shit up,
All out violence is about to erupt,
 
I am your leader so bow down bitch,
Disobey me I'll

Where's Sean?

Kain

The Saga Continues

2001

jam
Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand
I touch down like two-thirty
If i was on you, your hoe's and them cowards I'm'll do dirty
Still

your body and arrive at your fingertips.  

Shake your hands gently and move each finger one by one. 

Gradually bring your arms down towards your side

the speakers
Seen you out with your chica sippin' mango margaritas
Hey, I'm tryna kick it tonight
I'm tryna see ya tonight
I'm tryna kick it with ya
I get a lil'

stretch her out
Cause she know that i'm the best one out
Back then I was such a mess, I was down
Now i finally got to flex up now
My old bitch said she

of harm
I've been bit by the snakes you charmed
And as your lights guide me from home
Your fire ignites and burns my bones
Cut me up and spread me out

picky
And I've got my Hatton like Ricky
So I had to have it out with the doorman
I put man to sleep like Nathan Gorman
Bring about five man through to my

chest plate
Put in work, me and my nigga stretch weight
We got white the same color as egg shade
Nigga we seen more snow than a fresh flake

Hand fulla

snakes
Bitch, life is a gamble
Pay up what you owe boy
No drive-bys like they did Ricky
I'm hoppin' out like Doe Boy
(Do-do-do-do-do)

Hustle like

of
Can't think of a nigga to hand the snub
Knocked him unconscious in public so not to draw attention I had to stand him up
You ain't get snuck if your hands

told your shawty to watch her hands (watch yo hand)
I took that bitch to the Waffle House (Waffle House)
If her feet ugly I kick her out (kick her out

the king of the hill
I pop me a 30 before a hit a lil drill
I cross out your nigga man fuck how you feel
That fuck nigga dead he ain't have no skill
Yeah huh

to you my nigga you ain't gotta thank me
Your shoes wasn't five hundred you ain't gotta lie
But you know that these Ricky's cost me twelve hundred dry
It

of the shooters
West-side' niggas get it in
Stretch a hater in front of his mama crib like Ricky and them
Put my nigga Guttaceo on shoe game bitch
Through G Dragon

Back To The Otherside

Kid Rock

Sweet Southern Sugar

2017

the rage and stride for your dreams could seem handcuffed
You feel bluffed by the masses
All these wanna be kings, wingdings, and jackasses
But time

It's not about the fame 
It's more about the power 
Living by the minute then we'll take it by the hour 
Stretch your hands out in attempt to devour

your momma gon' be sick
And don't mistake for no pussy you gon' get hit in ya' shit
Don't hang out windows hawk shit down
Let off that went through his

Stretch Out Your Hand

Promise Keepers

The Best of Promise Keepers

1998

Stretch out Your hand
And heal this nation
Stretch out Your hand
And bring restoration
Let Your mercy overflow us
Like a never failing stream

lied
Put hands on my chain put shells in your hide
Came out a pigsty and i move to the burbs
Can't touch these niggas they got some germs
My shawty she

the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push

sticky out
I brought that Ricky out
I brought that Whitney out
I brought that Britney Out
Who know what I'm talking bout
You don't what I'm talking bout

picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser

The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's

This ain't no scammer money
Rob him and his bitch
I'm sorry baby just hand me your money

Three K rolling up that bum we getting big high
Three eighths